April: Okay, are you still mad at me about the poodle thing? It was just a dumb game. I can pick another dog.
Donna: I'm not mad about the choice. I'm mad about your reasons. "Pretty", "makeup", is that all you know about me?
April: We don't hang out that much. It's not like you know a ton about me.
Donna: You're beautiful, yet cold and aloof. You pride yourself on being a loner. You do not obey, you choose to cooperate. And when you stop baring your fangs to pick a mate, it's for life. And you're fiercely loyal to your pack, which makes you a rare black Siberian husky.